Played with my sewing machine today, and used the bright, layered fabric I had made on a journal cover. It’s great to do things in the spirit of fun, but still end up with something that I’m happy with and can use in my work! Feels good to be productive without really putting pressure on myself to produce.
The City of Light was inspired by—naturellement!— Paris; by the cabaret, by visions of whirling boulevards and sparkling laughter spilling out of nightclubs…by la jeune fille élégante aux cheveux rouges, the magic of a glittering metropolis at night, every light an iridescent sequin flashing. And by the poetry of T.S. Eliot and …
…Fruit and cheese appeared, arrayed on leaf-green dishes.I stuck with café crème. “This Camembert’sso ripe,” she joked, “it’s practically grown hair,”mucking a golden glob complete with parsley sprigonto a heel of bread. Nothing seemed to fillher up: She swallowed, sliced into a pear,speared each tear-shaped lavaliereand popped the dripping mess into her pretty mouth.Nowhere the bright tufted fields, weightedvines and sun poured down out of the south.“But are you happy?” Fearing, I whispered itquickly. “What? You know, Mother”—she bit into the starry rose of a fig—“one really should try the fruit here.”I’ve lost her, I thought, and called for the bill.
- bookbinding : : blackwork on leather (smallestforest.net)
- bookbinding : : another kind of door (smallestforest.net)
- bookbinding : : pink hippies (smallestforest.net)